Arunel

Waiting, time moves so slow. We are the guests of elves, never thought I ever needed the help of this old race. But, we do. Especially Melowen and my brother. They now lie in a tent while the elves are doing their best to tend to their wounds. That poor girl got hit by five arrows, and my brother by one arrow close to his neck. I thought I lost them, but this elf maiden has healing skills I did not deem possible. We are now on this high rock with old elven ruins, which we also crossed on our journey to the gap. Not far from here Wulfreda fell off the waterfall back then.

(OOC: Timeline of this story, the event described below happened before Theodred and Grimbold entered the gap of Rohan. The camp described was of a small group of riders (~100) stationed there prior to Theordreds arrival.)

We made it all the way to the Gap of Rohan. Yet the road was not without danger, but thanks to our skilled fellowship we have pulled through. Last time I wrote we were left off in Dunland under a Rock formation that gave us a little cover. The next morning I felt miserable, cold feet, wet gear, stiff neck. Our companion Leofmund was missing, he left a note warning we should head south quickly while he distracted patrols of dunlendings. After some hesitation we continued our road south.